Frequent flyer miles—more valuable than gold!
By Demi Alex
Something in my innate makeup yearns for a break from the humdrum activities of an office. The allure of exotic locations is temptation personified in my eyes. Taking these truths to heart, I consider myself more than a little lucky to have the opportunity at combining my biggest passions: travel and storytelling. Stir love and romance into the career pot, and I can’t imagine a better profession.
My friends ask if I’ve always had a love for travel, and the simple answer is a loud yes. When I was still in elementary school, my dad would come home from work and announce he had off for the long weekend. If we could pack in fifteen minutes or less, he’d take us on a road trip. Montreal, Boston, and Philly were an easy drive from New York, so by the time I was in fifth grade, I’d mastered the art of packing in less than ten minutes for a lobster dinner at one of my favorite spots on the Waterfront.
Writing romance novels set in international locations when the heroine is the girl next door is double the fun. That woman can be any one of us (readers), and once we decide on a vacation, we not only pack our toiletries and clothes, but apprehensions and inhibitions are stowed. In short, traveling is liberation from self-imposed limits and expectations.
Frequent flyer miles are like gold in the vault. My passport is my most treasured possession (truly giving my MacBook a run for the money). A chance to savor an afternoon coffee perched on Santorini’s Caldera, an early evening cappuccino in Matera’s main piazza, or a predawn café on the Left Bank all tickle my inspiration. Not to mention the likes of local jaunts to Jackson, Mallory, or Times Square, which are totally accessible for a quick fix. I continue indulging my need to visit colorful places and experience different cultures.
Opportunities that seem far fetched and out of reach have a way of becoming reality on vacation. So while sipping Piña Coladas poolside on a cruise ship, with a new friend, who happens to now wear the hat of my editor, I reminisce about a 26-hour layover in Paris. His eyes spark and he holds up a hand to stop my retelling. “Can you write that into a steamy romance?”
“Of course,” I declare. “26 Hours in Paris.”
The idea for a series of steamy romances, set in exotic locales, makes my heart beat real fast and my mind ache to embellish the tiny glimpses of the world with loveable alpha males. A quick scan of a pool deck or a piazza for potential heroes, makes my fingers itch to hit the keyboard. Book 1—Paris. Book 2—Cruise. Book 3—Mykonos. All stories searching for the best place to find love.
Perfect job I tell you. Just perfect. I get to write, let loose, and enjoy as reality and fantasy meet!
One day to see the sights.
One night to change your life. . .
Magazine writer Kathryn Taylor is traveling from New York to Paris for work. But the flirtatious Frenchman she left long ago is waiting at the airport--and he wants to play. . .
No one can guide Kat through the sensual city's delights like Marko Renard. He let her get away once, and now he's determined to make her stay--even if he has to tie her down. He will wrap her in cashmere, tease her tongue with chocolate, and take her to the peak of the Eiffel Tower. . .But can he convince the bohemian beauty she belongs with him, in his luxuriously decadent world? In business, he's the master--but it's Kat's body and soul he truly longs to rule. He has just enough time to show her the pleasures of the boulevards, the boulangeries--and the bedroom. To finally get her to just say oui, he'll have to seize the day--and the night. . .